Killer heels on ice

26.12.2025

My wired Apple EarPods on. Unreleased Lana Del Rey playing. I dance on the ice, my heels as sharp as my tongue. The edges are sharp enough to kill. I jump - I fall. But I always get back up.

Sometimes my eyes land on figures outside of the rink. They stare, so I get closer. My heart skips a beat every time our eyes meet. We never talk. We never meet again.